Reborn in 95, I unearthed a gold mine after the family split up.

Upon hearing Wang Jianguo's brilliant idea, his lackeys immediately beamed with joy.

After agreeing, he hurriedly ran to the village and began spreading rumors...

Seeing more and more people coming to the farm demanding refunds, Zhang Dong couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

However, he wasn't too worried.

The reason he persuaded the villagers to invest in the first place was not because he didn't have the money.

Instead, he wanted to get the villagers involved in making money.

Seeing how easily they could withstand the test of time, Zhang Dong was speechless.

Seeing that more and more investors were gathering at the farm, he couldn't help but feel surprised.

The news spread way too fast.

At this moment, Zhang Dong's uncle, Zhang Guangyao, hurriedly came to his side and whispered a few words.

Zhang Dong frowned.

"I knew it! This is so strange. It turns out that bastard Wang Jianguo was stirring up trouble behind the scenes and inciting these investors to return their money."

"Hmm, nephew, what are your plans next? Are you going to take action against Wang Jianguo's lackeys?"

Seeing his uncle all ready to roll up his sleeves, Zhang Dong waved his hand.

"Uncle, don't worry about these things. Just focus on ensuring safety at the mine."

"What, don't worry about it?"

"Are we just going to let these bastards cause trouble behind our backs and keep spreading all sorts of rumors and gossip?"

Zhang Dong smiled faintly: "Uncle, calm down. Rumors stop with the wise. I believe not all the villagers will believe Wang Jianguo's nonsense."

Even after saying that, Zhang Dong still looked worried when he saw his uncle.

"What's wrong, Uncle? Is there something else?"

"No, I feel that if so many people are asking for refunds, won't the farm's operations face a cash flow crisis?"

Seeing his uncle's concern, Zhang Dong calmly waved his hand.

"Uncle, don't worry, funding is not a problem at all. Even if they withdraw all their funds, it won't affect the farm in the slightest."

Seeing his nephew speak with such confidence, Zhang Guangyao finally felt relieved.

"That's good. I was just worried that our farm would go bankrupt. Now that we have the money to continue investing, I won't worry unnecessarily..."

Realizing that Wang Jianguo was the one stirring up trouble behind the scenes, Zhang Dong turned his gaze back to the villagers standing at the entrance of the breeding farm.

At this point, more and more villagers gathered here, all shouting for a refund.

Then a loud voice said angrily, "Zhang Dong, you were the one who came up with this idea in the first place. We invested in you because we wanted to make money."

"Now that so many pigs in the pig farm have contracted swine fever, it looks like we're going to lose everything."

"This incident at the farm is your responsibility, it has nothing to do with us investors. We demand a full refund of our principal..."

"Yes, yes, refund all the principal—"

Seeing the villagers shouting for their money back, Zhang Dong made a downward pressing gesture.

"Everyone, please be quiet and listen to what I have to say."

Upon hearing Zhang Dong finally speak, the villagers, who had been making a ruckus just moments before, finally fell silent.

Zhang Dong glanced at the villagers, his tone devoid of any emotion.

"I just want to ask you one question: do you really want a refund?"

Upon hearing Zhang Dong ask this question, the villagers erupted in chaos once again.

"Of course we need a refund, otherwise, what are we doing here?"

"Yes, yes, refund the money immediately."

Zhang Dong smiled faintly: "Refunds are possible, but I hope you will reconsider carefully and not regret this decision."

After Zhang Dong said these words, he was immediately met with scorn by the crazed villagers.

"What? Regret? We just regret investing in your farm. Now we're living in constant fear."

Seeing the ugly faces of these people, Zhang Dong snorted coldly.

"Okay, those who want a refund, stand on the left; those who want to continue supporting the farm, stand on the right."

As he said this, Zhang Dong turned to look at Tang Guo, who was already terrified.

"Go and call out the accountant of the farm, and find out exactly how many people need to return their initial investment."

Hearing Zhang Dong say this, Tang Guo finally snapped out of her shock.

"Okay, Brother Dong..."

Tang Guo agreed and found the farm's accountant, then told him about Zhang Dong's request.

Next, Tang Guo and the farm's accountant tallied the figures together and then reported them to Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong picked up the figures the two had tallied and glanced at them, discovering that two-thirds of the villagers who had previously invested in their farm had withdrawn their shares.

Currently, only one-third of the villagers support their farm.

To Zhang Dong's surprise, the old lady who had invested her life savings in him also came to the scene, but she did not ask for a refund.

Someone nearby asked the old lady in confusion, and the old lady sighed.

"Nobody wants to see this situation. Everyone knows that it's not easy to get things done."

"Zhang Dong's original intention was to benefit everyone, but now everyone has withdrawn their investment and asked for their money back. Isn't this like pulling firewood from under the pot?"

The old lady didn't know the idiom "to draw firewood from under a cauldron," but that's roughly the meaning.

Someone nearby advised the old lady: "Grandma, it's not too late to get your money back now, otherwise you might not even be able to save up for your funeral."

When someone tried to persuade her, the old lady remained resolute.

"Don't worry, I'll support this kid. Even if I don't have money for a coffin when I die, I'll just use a straw mat..."

Seeing the old lady like this, Zhang Dong couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions.

He took the old man's hand, his tone absolutely firm: "Don't worry, I will definitely not let you lose money..."

Meanwhile, at Wang Jianguo's home, the old man burst into maniacal laughter once again.

"What? Two-thirds of the villagers have already chosen to withdraw their shares? Haha, that's great! But I didn't expect that one-third of the stubborn old folks would choose to support Zhang Dong."

His lackey chimed in.

"Boss, this might be better. Not only will Zhang Dong lose money, but these one-third of his old stubborn supporters will also lose everything."

"After all, can a pig that has contracted swine fever be saved? What a joke."

"Haha, yes, Zhang Dong has really lost big this time."

As he said this, Wang Jianguo gritted his teeth and began to curse.

"Zhang Dong, you bastard, let's see how you get out of this mess..."

But Zhang Dong was already sitting on a large bus heading to the city.

He wanted to seek assistance from the city's animal husbandry bureau.

Or find a well-known veterinarian in the city.

After arriving in the city, Zhang Dong quickly found Director Wang, who was on temporary assignment at the Municipal Animal Husbandry Bureau, through a friend's introduction.

Before coming here, Zhang Dong had already learned from other sources that Director Wang was a university professor whose research topic was "How to raise pigs healthily and help farmers get rich."